Bubbles in the Wind

copyright Bob Hostetler

Sometimes, Lord, my faith seems so fragile.
Like bubbles in the wind.

They sparkle with transparent color
and wobble in the wind,
frail and fine.

I want my faith to be strong.
Solid.
Firm.
I want to feel in control.

But then I remember
it’s their delicate weakness
and their utter surrender to the breeze
that allow bubbles in the wind to fly.